A/N: This is something I began writing way back in May, so it may not fit very well into my "current" writing very well.

Full Summary: Freddy Fazbear and all who stepped through his door was always meant to have a tragic end... no matter which timeline it was. After the Mangle bit Jeremy Fitzgerald, the Toys were slated to be destroyed and the Originals sent to the old location again. However, rather than bemoan their fates, the Toys choose to spend their last hours making right what was wrong. This simple act of kindness changes everything. Fate has something else in store for them. For all of them. But they have to earn it.

Genre: Adventure/Supernatural/Horror/Romance
Warnings: MALE!Mangle, extreme guilt, identity crisis, violence, sentient robots, Fate as an entity, playing around with multiverse, homosexual relationships, horrifying monsters, possible future sexual themes, deals with issues of self-loathing and guilt. This AU contains Original|Withered/Toy Animatronic pairings. Don't like or won't give it a chance, turn around now.
Pairings: Bonnie/Toy Bonnie, Freddy/Toy Freddy, Fredbear|Golden Freddy/Spring Bonnie, Foxy/Toy Foxy|Mangle, Chica/Toy Chica

Note: The animatronics are not related, nor do they view each other as being "the same person." However, if you personally cannot see them as more than siblings/the same beings then this story is not for you.

The way I put it on AO3; I would like to emphasize here that parts of the Withered|Original animatronics being used in the Toys does NOT make them related. Those parts are now integrated into and belong to the Toys, and none of those parts had "personality" or "soul" in them (they were pieces that the old animatronics, obviously, did not absolutely need to retain their personality and memories, therefore they are not parts that would link the old and new together "biologically." Had Bonnie's memory chip instead of his face been used, then yes, they would be related... and, uh, Bonnie wouldn't know shit. And if his central computer system had been used instead, then he would actually BE Toy Bonnie and Toy Bonnie, as a person, would not exist... it's complicated :D).

If he had been a normal machine, perhaps he would not have comprehended the fact that the image in the mirror was himself.

Perhaps, he mused dryly, if he had been a normal machine he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.

He reached his hand up to the blue mask, frowning at himself as he touched the side and located the ridge where it connected to the back. He could just barely feel the difference, where smooth plastic turned into slightly rougher plastic- the kind of roughness no amount of paint could cover. The roughness of two separate materials and two different ages.

Something borrowed, something new, the words rang through his mind, his frown deepening as much as his mechanical "muscles" would allow. You're wearing my face.

It had been such a blunt explanation. So simple, so bitter. They had left no doubt in his mind that their older, damaged counterparts didn't like them. But honestly, how could he blame them? They were reduced to spare parts.

Spare parts for Toy Bonnie and his friends.

He let out a mechanical sigh. "Well," he started, as if his older counterpart was actually right there, "Guess you'll be getting it back, yeah? That'll be good, though... I mean... it was yours to begin with."

"Bonnie? Who are you talking to?"

Toy Bonnie's green eyes snapped over to the new reflection in the mirror. Toy Freddy stood there, an old book in his plastic hands and a frown on his own face. "Oh. Hey Freddy. Just talking to myself," Toy Bonnie answered, dropping his hand away from his face.

Toy Freddy approached Toy Bonnie, a worried frown in place. "You're thinking about what the Old Bonnie told us, aren't you?" he guessed easily, setting a hand on Toy Bonnie's shoulder. The blue rabbit animatronic's ears lowered with a slight whirring.

"They hate us, don't they?" he asked softly, staring at the mirror still. The room was dim, but enough light still got through so that their forms were clear in the glass.

"I can't answer for them," Toy Freddy told him with the best imitation shrug he could manage. "But what makes you think that?"

"Well I'd hate us if I were them."

"But you're not them. Besides, none of what is wrong is our fault," Toy Freddy added. Toy Bonnie frowned and stared at their reflections.

A million thoughts crossed his mind at once, but he knew it was true. They didn't choose to be built, they didn't choose to be replacements... in fact, they resented that latter fact.

It destroyed any sense of self Toy Bonnie or his friends had.

If you're not Freddy and I'm not Bonnie... and you're not Chica, and you're not Foxy... if we're not who the programming says we are... then just who are we? Are we... anybody? Do we even have an identity to call our own?

That had been Toy Bonnie's words, just a few hours after finding out about their original counterparts. He couldn't remember interacting with them even once again after that revelation, just seeing them from afar during their... hunts. They just... lived and let live, the tension and resentment tossed aside in favour of their shared goal.

That goal which now would lead to Toy Bonnie and his friends' deaths.

I don't know, Bo-... I'm sorry...

"I'd say us getting scrapped is our fault," the blue bunny finally said after several seconds of silent contemplation. "But... I guess that isn't wrong, huh? If anything, that sort'a makes it right."

"Bonnie..." Toy Freddy sighed, casting his blue eyes around the bathroom before they returned to his friend's reflection, seeking out the emerald colour of the bunny's eyes. He decided it was time to change the subject. "Chica, Foxy, and BB are wanting to look through the boxes the employees brought up from the basement. Why don't we join them? It'll take our minds off of everything and I'm sure the employees won't mind us being curious at least tonight. After all..." he trailed, unsure if he should finish the thought.

He didn't need to. Toy Bonnie already knew what he was about to say. "It's our last night alive."

Toy Freddy gave a brief nod, his ears lowering slightly. "C'mon, Bonnie. Let's just spend our last hours with our family."

"Alright," Toy Bonnie agreed miserably, turning around to follow the rosy-cheeked bear out of the bathroom. They walked over to the game room, near the base of the stage where Toy Bonnie's guitar was propped. There were several dozen boxes of varying size scattered around and Toy Chica was sitting, crosslegged, on the ground amidst the sea of cardboard with BB and Toy Foxy right next to her.

Toy Bonnie paused as he saw Toy Foxy. His maw was still covered in blood, though it had long since dried, and it was splattered across his face like a grotesque attempt at makeup.

Maybe we should clean him up a bit? he wondered to himself, but he shook the idea away. It didn't matter anymore.

He continued after Toy Freddy, making his way over to a small box on top of a larger just to the right of their friends.

"Anything interesting?" Toy Freddy asked the two more feminine animatronics.

"Just some old flyers and some drawings," Toy Chica answered, turning the paper in her hands around to show them. It was a drawing of a purple bunny, a bear, and a chicken. The original Bonnie, Freddy and Chica. The ears and top-hat gave the first two away. "Isn't it so cute?"

"Absol-U-uuutely!" Toy Foxy agreed, his voice glitching as it normally did. Toy Bonnie gave a small smile as Toy Freddy sat down and peered over at the drawings on the floor.

"Children are so precious," Toy Chica sighed, and all of them nodded in agreement. "Definitely worth dying to protect them..." Again, all of them nodded in agreement, but this time it was so much more solemn.

Looking for a distraction, Toy Bonnie turned to the stack next to him and picked up the smaller box on top. Easily tearing through the tape, he opened it up and tilted his head at what was inside. They were photographs from the old location. Toy Bonnie just barely recognized the golden bear animatronic as the suit sitting in the actual storage room, lying abandoned and forgotten after everything that had happened just earlier that day- after that adult had used it...

Quickly, he pushed the thoughts aside. "I found some photos," he called over to the others, setting the box on the ground. Toy Foxy reached over with one of his spider-like appendages and looped it around the box, pulling it over to them to view. Toy Bonnie turned his attention to the larger box.

Actually, it was a really big box. It was tall- up to his hips, and as an animatronic he was not a short being- and wide, and he knew it would be too heavy and large for him to pick up. Of course, he didn't need to pick it up. He just needed to open it.

Swiftly, he broke through the tape and pulled the box open.

He didn't quite understand what he was seeing at first. There were metal bits and pieces here and there, what looked like some wires and shells, and what looked suspiciously like a piece of a guitar prop just sitting on top.

The rabbit began sifting through it, mentally counting all of the different pieces of what he came across. "I think I found a box of spare parts," he informed the others, pushing more bits of metal aside. He picked up a piece of endoskeleton and studied it, frowning. It looked like a piece of an arm. Setting it back into the box, he pushed the top layer aside in order to see what was hiding underneath, hoping to see something more exciting and telling. So far it had been unpainted metal shells, pieces of endoskeleton, and random red pieces lying around...

That was when he caught a flash of purple.

Pausing, he stared down at the metal covering the object he'd glimpsed. Then he began properly digging through the box, eyes seeking out the colour again as he pulled the bits of metal to the edge of the box. When he caught sight of that flash of purple again, he quickly grabbed it and, carefully, pulled it out.

Ignoring the metal and plastic spilling out onto the floor at his feet and Toy Freddy's soft admonishment about making a mess, he took a good look at the purple object. His eyes widened as he stared in shock at the pristine, never-before-used mask he held in his hands.

The never-before-used rabbit mask.

Suddenly he felt... strange.

"Bonnie?" Toy Chica called his name, concern laced in her voice. He became aware of her standing next to him and wondered just how long he'd been frozen there, staring at the offending piece of metal, plastic, and faux fur in his hands. "What's wrong?"

"It's a box of spare parts," he repeated numbly, staring at the mask. "They have spare masks." He tore his gaze away to look at Toy Freddy, who just stared blankly back at him. But it wasn't out of indifference, Toy Bonnie knew. Toy Freddy understood, but the emotion reflecting between them was one their mechanical and plastic parts could not express. "They have spare masks and they used his."

Toy Chica gasped, covering her beak as realization hit her. "That's awful!"

"But why would they do that?" Toy Freddy questioned, pushing himself to his feet and approaching his friends. He cast a glance down into the box, frown somehow deepening despite their limitations. "If they had extra masks, why would they go through the effort of removing one from its original shell?"

"It's just all sorts of wrong," Toy Bonnie whispered, lowering the mask to stare down into the box. Now he understood what this box was full of.

These were the parts that could have been used for them. These were the parts that should have been used... and instead, the mechanics had torn apart four perfectly good animatronics. It made his mechanical heart hurt.

It made his metaphorical blood boil.

"What a dis-s-SSs-scovery to mmMMmake tonight of alLll nights," Toy Foxy added in sadly, turning his gaze away from the scene in a mixture of disgust and guilt. "It's just wr-Rr-r-ong."

All sorts of wrong. But... maybe...

Toy Bonnie carefully set the mask on the floor and began digging through the box once more, something blooming in his mind... something that caused his non-existent heart to race. "Guys," he started slowly, pausing as his hand came upon more bits and pieces of the unassembled endoskeleton. That feeling began to solidify. "Guys," he repeated, looking up at his brothers and sister with wide green eyes. They all looked back at him expectantly. "I think... I have an idea."

Slowly, he pulled the pieces of the endoskeleton out. His eyes scanned around the room, locating three similar boxes. This... this is all Bonnie's parts. How ironic I should randomly open his, huh?

"What is it, Bonnie?" Toy Freddy prompted, glancing around as if searching for what Toy Bonnie saw.

Toy Bonnie looked back at them and held up the piece of endoskeleton leg he held in his hand. "I think I know how to make right what's wrong."

"Make right what's wrong?" The cheerfully-painted bear frowned quizzically, his eyes trailing to the objects in Toy Bonnie's hands. Understanding flashed through his eyes and his ears perked up. "Oh..." he breathed, realizing what Toy Bonnie had in mind. "Oh."

"We're animatronics," Toy Bonnie laughed a bit, despite feeling absolutely no joy or amusement. "We know how we work. We can... fix them. Make it less likely the mechanics will give up on them again... and just... you know... say sorry... for everything. Make right what is wrong."

"Do we even know if they work the same way we do?" Toy Chica questioned worriedly, her eyebrows lowering to show her concern. "What if we make things worse?" It was a legitimate concern; there were so many obvious differences between them and their original counterparts, it wasn't a stretch to imagine that their insides were different too.

"I think I know who would know," Toy Freddy murmured after a few seconds, turning his gaze towards the Prize Corner.

He's right, Toy Bonnie thought joyfully, bouncing a bit in place. Mari knows everything! We can do this if Mari helps!

"It's our last night alive," Toy Bonnie stated matter-of-factly, ignoring for the moment the way his friends winced. "It's not like it'll hurt us to at least try and help." He turned back around to the box and began digging through it again. "I think this is Bonnie's box, I've found a spare mask and parts to his guitar. The others are probably in those other big boxes."

The clanking of plastic on tile told Toy Bonnie that the others were approaching said boxes, but he didn't look up to check. Instead he began pulling pieces out, going through a mental list of everything he knew his more damaged counterpart needed and some things he wasn't quite sure about. It was a long list, but surprisingly all of the needed pieces were there.

That... made him even more upset, actually.

The purple mask was taunting him from his peripheral. It was the evidence of everything wrong, and it was what he really wanted to make right. Maybe it was selfish of him to want to make amends with his old counterpart hours before he was due to be shut down and destroyed. Maybe it was selfish of him to want to end on good terms with the elder when he had never reached out a hand before, when he had actively avoided ever being in the same room as him. Maybe it was selfish to want to make amends with the older animatronic when he didn't even know the Toys were about to die. But... was it really so selfish to want to die with a clear conscious?

He liked to think that it wasn't.

Somewhere, sometime, outside the reaches of this universe or any other... something stirred.

Something is different.